[dropcap]A[/dropcap] couple of nights ago, armed with my new laptop and a blessedly empty apartment, I settled down to watch some porn.
After digging around in some of the sites in my favourites, I ended up watching a video in which two women fucked the dogshit out of each other took turns with a strap-on dick. The women weren’t hot at all, the video quality was poor at best, but that video was up there with one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen in my life. Notwithstanding the fact that girl-on-girl action is always a win (and after recently having the opportunity to experience the singular joy of wearing one, just seeing a strap-on gets my motor revving) , the way these women were just…brutalizing each other was extremely moving to say the least. They were pulling hair, squeezing titties, spanking asses, and ripping every stitch of clothing off each other. And let me just say this: when it was over my nails were well and truly painted.
Now I’m sure this is not the case for many people, but I’m not particularly enthralled with watching porn that features activities that I wouldn’t care to participate in in real life. So suffice it to say that everything that happened in that video is everything I need in my life right now got the Max Seal of Approval.
My name is Max and I like it rough.
Which is not to say that I can’t enjoy coitus if it doesn’t involve corporal punishment. I recognize the possibility of having great sex that doesn’t leave red marks and there are some definite advantages to not having your clothes ripped to shreds because that can get expensive. But when it comes to roughness during sex, my policy has always been more is more. If you have a free hand you might as well use it to pull my hair. Otherwise you’re just being wasteful.
I’ve always thought of roughness as being the great equalizer of sexuality. From spanking to choking to face-slapping to donkey punches, from hair-pulling to BDSM to walking out of there questioning your morals, there is a dish on the buffet of rough sex to satisfy anyone’s palate. I don’t think I know a single person who doesn’t think that sex is always better with a little violence thrown in. It’s like salt – everything tastes better with a dash of salt.
It does make me wonder though why rough sex is so good. Why do women – who so often wish that men would tread just a little more lightly with us in our daily lives – so enjoy being manhandled once our clothes come off? Why does having our nipples pinched until we cry out feel so much better than having them stroked like a swatch of delicate fabric? Do we internalize it as a testament to our desirability – as in the man is so attracted to us that he’s lost all his self-possession? Is it a self-esteem issue – we don’t value ourselves enough to think that we deserve to be handled gently? Or is it some kind of physiological equation – stimulation of erogenous zone + force = heightened pleasure?
And as for men – why do you like to rough us up so much? Is it some kind of payback for the way we attempt to emasculate you in our daily lives? Do you listen to too many songs like Wildflower and Stapleton Sex? Or does the increased testosterone just make you lose all sense of decorum?
These are the things I wonder about sometimes. Although to be perfectly honest I don’t know how much I care to know the answers. In fact, I kind of think knowing why I like rough sex so much might take a bit of the sheen off of it. Actually – no that’s not true. Nothing could take the sheen off it. Rough sex gives life!
But what do you guys think? Do any of you out there not appreciate a little brutality in the bedroom? Why do you think we like it? And how rough is too rough for you? It’s Friday, you know what we do: overshare.
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